The bitter pencil scratched the white paper, and she also drew heavy strokes on his heart. Ten years ago, I was half a step behind you, and I was not worthy of your love. Ten years ago, I was half a step ahead of you, but I couldn't let go of my childish self-esteem. Ten years later, I met you again unexpectedly. I don't know if this is the end, or a journey that never stops.
The persistence of two people, the coldness of one person. It is a mistake to be half a step behind you, and it is fate to be half a step ahead of you.
When love fades and friendship becomes warmer, I quietly come to your side and wait for the fate.
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